From Prisoner to Si Chen

"However, I am not the only decision-maker in the 'Screening Roundtable', and my personal consent alone is of no use."

Ms. Crow said.

"I can first state that there is a core need within us. If Mr. Gillan can meet it, then secrecy will never be a problem."

"Please speak." Gillan said.

"I wonder, Mr. Gillan, have you ever heard of a real film called "Curtain Call"?"

A mature female voice asked in a lowered voice.

Hearing this, Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

Coincidentally, he happened to have a fragment of this film in his hand, numbered "4".

This was a parting gift given to him by Duke Hawkes, a friend he had made in the Stuttgart Empire.

"I wonder what is so special about this film that it deserves so much attention from your 'recording meeting'."

Gillan asked tentatively.

"To tell you the truth, we have actually been studying this film for a long time, but because it is a incomplete film and cannot be screened normally, we have not been able to discover its secrets."

Ms. Crow took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"But the senior executives of the Screening Roundtable, after collecting intelligence from multiple channels and exploring film history, almost unanimously concluded that there is a huge secret left behind by the 'director' February Sichen."

"If we can learn this secret, we may have unexpected gains."

"I see."

Ji Lan said, feeling surprised in his heart.

He didn't expect that this incomplete and real film would have such a high value.

After some thought, he said into the microphone:

"Ms. Crow, according to your description, I seem to have a fragment in my hand."

"Um?!"

There was rapid breathing on the other end of the phone.

Clearly, Ms. Crow was overcome with emotion at Gillan's words.

Originally, she just wanted to get some information from Jilan, but she didn't expect that the other party had it.

"Really? That would be great!"

Ms. Crow controlled her tone, calmed down for a few seconds, and then continued:

"I wonder what the serial number is on the fragment in Mr. Gillan's hand?"

"No. 4." Gillan said.

"That should be right!"

Ms. Crow's speech speeded up, with a joyful expression.

"The fragments in our hands are No. 2 and No. 5 respectively. The 'Screening Roundtable' has already concluded that there should be six fragments of this film in total, and the first three numbers and the last three numbers correspond to the upper and lower parts respectively."

"If you add the number 4 in your hand, there is only number 6 left to complete "Curtain Call #Part 2". Then we will be able to enter it and find out."

"But it's too early to say that now."

Ms. Crow paused for a moment and asked again:

"What do you think if we exchange the Level 6 secret 'setup' for the No. 4 fragment in Mr. Gillan's hand?"

"Ms. Crow, the secret is not the only one. Even if it is level 6, there must be other channels to obtain it. But the fragments of the film "Curtain Call" are the only one. I will suffer a loss in this exchange."

Gillan laughed.

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

He went on to say:

"But I have a proposal."

"Mr. Gillan might as well tell you."

"Well, I am quite interested in real film. Your description has aroused my curiosity even more... Since "Curtain Call" is incomplete, and both of us have a part in our hands, it is still incomplete. Then it’s better to cooperate.”

Gillan said calmly.

"You and I will search for the remaining fragments together. If we collect them one day, how about we share the rights to use "Curtain Call"?"

"What about the 'set' secret?"

Ms. Crow was a little moved, but she still fought for it.

"Mr. Gillan isn't going to take it?"

"Yes, of course I want it," Gillan said. "If cooperation can be reached, I wonder if this secret can be exchanged for other chips?"

"Hmm..." Ms. Crow pondered. "Mr. Gillan, I need to inform the members of the Screening Roundtable and only after some discussion and consideration can I give you an answer. How about that?"

"Of course, no problem." Gillan said.

"That's it for now. I will call you as soon as possible after the discussion comes out."

Ms. Crow seemed quite concerned.

Hearing this, Jilan didn't say anything more. After saying yes, he hung up the hotline.

"Huh..." he breathed out.

In fact, Gillan was also prepared. If the "recording meeting" did not intend to cooperate, then he would not easily hand over the fragments in exchange for the "set" secret.

Even though the sixth-level secrets are valuable, the "Record Society" is not the only one who owns them. Ji Lan felt that with his connections, there might be other channels to find him.

'Level 6 is the limit of the world, and those with the original "strength" level can be said to be strong men standing at the top...'

Jilan put away the alchemy hotline and thought to himself:

'If possible, try to collect as many Level 6 secrets from other channels this time, preferably all of them... In this way, it will not only reduce the points required for the "Beautiful" deduction, but also improve the final essence of the deduction. More comprehensive! ’

…

…

After some routine practice, Gilan once again felt the growth of his gnosis and spirituality.

He had lunch and without wasting time, he went directly upstairs to his room and started watching the movie.

I placed "Dark Ages" on the projector, installed a brand new mercury battery, and flipped the switch.

Click.

The beam of light is projected and falls on the curtain to form a picture. But Gilan deliberately avoided looking and waited quietly.

Nearly two hours passed quickly.

After the movie finished and the rolling subtitles appeared, he applauded at the curtain.

Snap, snap, snap.

After a burst of applause, the curtain went dark, and a small, dim room filled with an array of monitors appeared.

Apostle February's "recording assistant" was sitting on the single sofa in the center, looking towards him.

"Mr. Guillain Yiros, do you plan to review the film "Dark Times" this time?"

"So be it, ma'am. I'm going to combine it with The Great Plague to watch the full series of The Spark."

Ji Lan bowed towards the curtain, lowered his head and said.

On Hera's white neck was a monitor that replaced her head. The beautiful face on the screen had a calm expression.

"Well...since you watched the "Human Will" series last time and consumed your second chance, so you only have one last chance left, are you sure you want to review "The Fire of Enlightenment"?"

"Um?"

Ji Lan looked up and was startled.

"Last time it wasn't because of gambling..."

"Mr. Gillan, no matter what the reason is, as long as you look back, you will waste the opportunity and there will be no loopholes to exploit."

Ms. Hera said lightly.

Ji Lan didn't expect this, and couldn't help but feel depressed.

He thought for a while, nodded and said:

"Ms. Hera, I still plan to use up my last opportunity to review and watch the movie "The Fire of Enlightenment"."

"As you wish."

The woman on the curtain said softly.

Wow——

The picture then disappeared, returning to a black screen full of noise and vertical spots.

Gillan took a deep breath, stood up again, took down "Dark Ages" from the projector, and took out "The Great Plague" from the "ether bubble".

He put the two film reels together, and immediately, they merged into a new reel of film——

"The Fire of Enlightenment"

Gillan placed the new film, pressed the playback lever again, and began to watch the movie officially.

Click.

The picture on the screen uses a low camera angle to still shoot a loess trail in the countryside.

A small caravan slowly approached from a distance, and dust rose up as the horses kicked.

Ji Lan's eyes flickered.

He then found himself sitting on a horse at the head of the caravan, wearing leather armor and carrying an iron sword on his back.

Having already watched this series of films, he was quite familiar with the plot. He did not do anything extra, and calmly rode his horse to clear the way ahead.

On the carriage behind them, two caravan stewards, one middle-aged and one young, were chatting, while the other guards were scanning the surroundings, always alert.

Not long after.

The caravan discovered the burned village ahead.

"Hey! Captain Gillan! There's a situation ahead!"

A young guard suddenly said loudly.

Everyone looked up and saw a bit of black smoke rising straight into the sky, and a smell of coke was carried towards them by the breeze.

All the stone and wooden buildings in the village collapsed, leaving only the charred wooden piles, and a dead silence.

The middle-aged steward in the motorcade changed his expression slightly and said:

"Damn it! Marta Village is in trouble!"

Immediately, the two stewards quarreled over whether to take a detour, but in the end they had no choice but to risk walking through the ruins of the village because there was not much food.

The caravan continued on cautiously.

Gillan rode his horse and observed the ruins of houses on the roadside. According to the original plot, young William will show up soon and be taken in by the caravan.

But it wasn't long before Gilan realized something was wrong.

The plot has changed!

The little boy who was supposed to make a noise in the ruins now appeared in the middle of the road, blocking the way of the caravan.

With a sallow complexion and thin muscles, he stood quietly, holding a rusty hatchet commonly used by villagers in his hand.

It's just that William's expression was quite calm at the moment, and his eyes remained on the leader, "Caravan Guard Chief" Gillan.

The others waited without even looking.

"Gilan, you're here."

The little boy spoke in a childish voice, but his tone was quite indifferent.

Hearing this, Ji Lan was shocked.

The caravan stewards and guards around him also looked surprised and confused, as if they didn't know how the surviving child in the village met Captain Gilan.

"Master Führer?"

Ji Lan seemed to have thought of something, and got off the horse as if no one else was watching, took a few steps forward, and bowed.

The little boy gave him a meaningful look.

"I am not the head of the empire now, I am just a child who survived the massacre of the village."

"Just call me Av."

The boy wiped away some scorch marks on the hatchet with his hand and smiled again.

"My other self named 'Caesar' rarely takes action in this world. It's not because I don't want to, but because I can't... Those people keep staring at me, which is really inconvenient."

"Just using Clark's image left here, let me see what you are capable of now."

"If you can defeat me, a trace of the 'law' contained in the film will be given to you...but if you are not strong enough, you may have to suffer some hardships."

Hearing this, Ji Lan couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The little boy in front of him was sallow, thin and frail, but he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Because the other party is the "Crippled King"!

December Sichen, the god of resistance and change!